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to whom it may concern: there will not be a poem today, as someone stayed out late, listening to music and eating chocolate thoughtless of the future
to whom it may concern: there will not be a poem today, as someone stayed out late, listening to music and eating chocolate thoughtless of the future
more snails than in a while, and several of them crushed beneath my less than mindful steps one day i’ll be in the hospital, like so many friends new moon night. quiet neighbors
a haiku has seventeen syllables: 5-7-5. my poems have seventeen variable feet. arranged 5-4-5-3. why? you might wonder. i’ve wondered that myself.
i saw my own name on a handwritten note on red paper my heart leapt up for a moment, and so did my breath “who could possibly…?” smiling inside, eyes seek out and re- turn… burger 2 pints
the weather is warming, and the landlady’s playing her music loud, love songs and latin jazz the day is too gorgeous for poems, and yet i persist a perfect moment, squandered